Kou Beiyue squatted on the roadside, holding a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles, slurping the noodles.

He stared blankly at a certain spot, lost in thought.

I've now figured out where he works, but it's full of official Wayfarers. I might not be able to win in a one-on-one fight, and killing in an office area would affect innocent people. Grandmaster Wuhen doesn't allow that.

It would be best to find out which residential area he lives in and sneak over at night, but I'm not good at tracking and would easily be discovered.

According to his habits, he'll go to a nightclub with his colleagues tonight. That's the opportunity.

Kou Beiyue's eyes gradually turned fierce. Just then, he heard a smiling voice from his side:

"A Sager Realm Enchantress, with a decent foundation. Are you a rogue cultivator or from an organization?"

Kou Beiyue's back bristled. From his squatting position, he jumped two meters high on the spot. At the same time, he splashed the instant noodles in his hand towards the source of the voice.

After making this series of instinctive moves, he turned his gaze and saw the person who spoke. It was a young man with a sports headband, sunny and handsome, the athletic type.

The scalding soup and noodles splashed over, but before they could touch the young man's body, they slid down an invisible wall of air.

At the same time, Kou Beiyue's body stiffened, and his limbs spasmed as he stood in place, unable to make any further movements.

Invisible chains bound him.

The young man with the sports headband smiled and said, "I'm not an official, don't be nervous. I just saw that you don't have much hostility on you, but you're an Enchantress, an oddity, so I came over to take a look."

Kou Beiyue didn't let down his guard because of the other party's words, but since he couldn't control himself, he could only cooperate obediently and said in a deep voice:

"What do you want?"

Demon Eye Heavenly King asked, "Which organization are you from?"

"Rogue cultivator!"

"Why don't you like killing people? You should know that the more you kill, the more hostility you have, and the stronger the Enchantress becomes. People in the Lawful faction call us evil professions, and they're not slandering us for no reason. An Enchantress who doesn't thirst for blood is just trash." Demon Eye Heavenly King asked with a smile.

"Us? Is he also an Enchantress? But how did he see through my profession?" Kou Beiyue sneered:

"Whether or not I kill people is my own decision. Why should I let a profession dominate me?"

Demon Eye Heavenly King was stunned and smiled, "Interesting, you're an interesting guy."

With that, he stepped forward and slapped Kou Beiyue.

Smack!

The loud slap attracted the attention of passersby. Kou Beiyue's cheeks swelled high. His eyebrows stood on end, his eyes spitting fire, and he roared like a lion:

"If you have the guts, let me go, and I'll fight you!"

Demon Eye Heavenly King suddenly realized:

"So you're a fighter. From ancient times to the present, Enchantresses have always been the most powerful warriors. Your temperament fits. If you can be a little more bloodthirsty, your future achievements will be limitless."

"Kid, are you interested in following me? My confidant was killed, and I plan to cultivate another one. You're not bad."

Although Li Xianzong was bloodthirsty, he was arrogant and proud. He wouldn't bother killing ordinary people unless they provoked him. As for killing Wayfarers of the Lawful faction, that was a matter of course.

Moreover, Li Xianzong wasn't interested in women and didn't do things like raping women. Coupled with his excellent talent, he was favored by the Demon Eye Heavenly King and given special attention.

If he were a bottomless Enchantress, the Demon Eye Heavenly King wouldn't have taken a fancy to him.

Kou Beiyue's eyes were spitting fire, and he snorted coldly:

"Not interested!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Demon Eye Heavenly King said with a smile.

"Kill me if you want. Stop talking nonsense." Kou Beiyue was young and strong.

"Interesting~" Demon Eye Heavenly King stroked his chin and smiled, "Don't worry, you'll agree to me. After I'm done with my business, I'll take you back to the north."

After speaking, he silently marked Kou Beiyue and turned to leave.

Good Music Hotel.

A taxi stopped outside the hotel. Wang Qian got out of the car, entered the hotel lobby, and stopped at the front desk.

"The Palace Lord and the brothers are in suite 409. Hurry up and go up." The pretty female receptionist whispered.

Wang Qian nodded slightly, went deep into the hotel, took the elevator, and came to the fourth floor.

He found room 409 with ease and knocked on the door according to the agreed rhythm.

The door opened, and The Mad Monk, with hair as explosive and fluffy as a lion's mane, stood at the door with a beer belly. Seeing that it was Wang Qian, he hurriedly said:

"Come in quickly."

Wang Qian nodded, squeezed through the door, and looked around. The suite was full of more than twenty members of the Zhisha Palace, men and women, sexy and charming beauties and gloomy men.

There were Extraordinary Wayfarers like him, and Sager level powerhouses.

Of course, the strongest was the gorgeous woman in a red dress sitting behind the desk.

She was the goddess in the hearts of the Zhisha Palace members. Regardless of gender, they were all obsessed with the peerless Palace Lord. This was both the attribute bonus of the Musician profession and the Palace Lord's own personal charm.

Wang Qian didn't know the exact number of members in the Zhisha Palace, but he knew it was roughly thirty or so, less than forty.

This was about the same as a typical Spirit Realm family, a behemoth in the folk organizations.

And with a Ruler level Wayfarer sitting in town, even the officials had to pay enough attention and give them a relatively equal attitude.

"Everyone's here. I've personally notified those who can't come." The Zhisha Palace Lord looked around the room and announced:

"From today onwards, everyone will temporarily withdraw from Songhai. I've already found a place to settle down. The Mad Monk will take you there."

The members' expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other.

The Mad Monk explained with a beer belly:

"The Demon Eye Heavenly King of the Military Supervisor is looking for the Palace Lord and has offered a reward for us on the black market. Any clue related to us is worth 100,000. I think it's wise to leave Songhai and avoid the limelight temporarily."

"In addition, during the period of leaving Songhai, the Palace Lord will subsidize you 10,000 per month."

A charmingly dressed woman frowned and said:

"When can we come back? Palace Lord, I just got a boyfriend. If I leave Songhai..."

The Zhisha Palace Lord gave her a faint warning glance, and the woman immediately changed her words and sighed:

"But for the Palace Lord, I don't want a dog man."

The Zhisha Palace Lord nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "I'll tie up the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord and send him to your bed later."

The charming woman's eyes lit up: "It's a deal."

The Zhisha Palace Lord laughed and said softly, "Lizhi, how long has it been since you were hung up and beaten?"

Jiang Yuer lazily lay on the sofa, her long legs resting on her nephew's lap.

A plate of grapes was placed on her stomach. She ate grapes while watching the news.

They were watching the Songhai News Channel, which her grandfather often watched.

"Puff!"

Jiang Yuer's head tilted to the side, and with a puff of her small mouth, a grape accurately flew into the trash can a few meters away.

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Aunt, it's a pity you didn't learn basketball."

"This is nothing. Even a few meters further away, I can spit it in." Aunt hummed twice, changed to a more comfortable position.

"Yuanzi, massage Aunt's feet."

"No, they stink!"

"Bastard, I don't know how many men want to massage Aunt's jade feet. You don't know how lucky you are." Jiang Yuer, lying flat, squinted at her nephew at her feet.

Even from the bottom up, which is known as the death angle, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find any flaws in Aunt's face. She was still cute and charming, and the beauty mark was still so charming.

At this time, Grandpa moved his gaze away from the TV screen and turned his head to ask:

"When did you two start watching the news?"

"I don't watch it. I just want to accompany Grandpa." Zhang Yuanqing said immediately.

"I also want to accompany Dad." Jiang Yuer said娇声.

Grandpa looked at them strangely, "I still know what kind of people you two are."

One only knows how to act cute to get benefits, and the other is glib-tongued to get benefits. Neither of them is a filial person.

Jiang Yuer and Zhang Yuanqing laughed twice and continued to play dead.

Zhang Yuanqing gently massaged his aunt's soles, freeing up his right hand to control his phone.

Sending a text message to Aunt Xiaoyuan:

"Aunt Xiaoyuan, how are you considering the gang matter?"

Magic Aunt Xiaoyuan: "We'll talk about it later!"

"Alas, Xiaoyuan is a Sager herself, and she is a thigh in herself. It would be great if she could join the gang. If I can recruit Aunt Xiaoyuan into the gang, I will have a greater chance with Grandmaster Wuhen."

Grandmaster Wuhen and his associated forces have always been the object Zhang Yuanqing wanted to "conquer."

To build his own network, ordinary wild Wayfarers are not very meaningful. At the very least, they must be folk organizations. Zhisha Palace and Wuhen Hotel are the two most ideal and powerful channels.

Currently, his relationship with the Zhisha Palace Lord is not bad, and he is getting more and more familiar with her, but in the Wuhen Hotel, the effect is minimal.

Evil professions are, after all, evil professions. Xiaoyuan has a congenital knot and estrangement with him. It cannot be moved by a few sweet words and needs a lot of hard work or a turning point.

He can only take his time. Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone and didn't force it anymore.

At this time, the news anchor said:

"Next, at 5:32 pm today, a gangster broke into a company called "Huiteng Finance" in Rongchuang Building and carried out an inhumane massacre on the company's employees. The methods were so cruel that they had never been heard of. Of the 29 employees in the company, only one receptionist survived."

"According to witnesses, the perpetrator was a young man with a headband, about thirty years old. Currently, the Security Department has launched an investigation."

The TV screen switched to surveillance, and in the blurred video, a young man with a sports headband was pushing open the glass door of the financial company.

The surveillance screen only had this still shot.

Demon Eye Heavenly King, it must be him. This guy really won't lie low obediently. He's already making a big incident since he just came to Songhai. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly clenched his phone.

"Ouch~"

Aunt cried out in pain, her eyes full of tears of grievance: "You hurt me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Yuanqing quickly let go of Aunt's feet and apologized repeatedly.

"Hmph!" Jiang Yuer kicked him lightly in the chest, got up and walked towards the bedroom: "I'm not watching, I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes instinctively chased Aunt's back for a moment, then he lowered his head and sent a message to Li Dongze:

"Leader, was the Rongchuang Building massacre committed by the Demon Eye Heavenly King?"

He paid attention to the news to see if the Demon Eye Heavenly King would cause a major incident. As a result, he really guessed it.

Li Dongze quickly replied to the letter:

"Yes. Elder Gou and Centurion Fu are already secretly tracking him, hoping to find him."

Sure enough, it was him. Zhang Yuanqing typed the message: "Why did he massacre that financial company?"

Li Dongze: "It's not clear yet. The Security Department is still investigating, but based on the information collected so far, the composition of this company is not very clean. It is a loan company. As for how they angered the Demon Eye, we have to continue investigating."

"I see." Zhang Yuanqing said worriedly: "Will the Demon Eye target the Security Department? I'm from the Second Team. He should know the Second Team's office address. You will be in danger."

The Second Team's office address is in the Kangyang District Security Department. This is not a secret. Ordinary evil professions may not know it, but with the Demon Eye Heavenly King's methods and status, it's not difficult to find out.

Li Dongze replied:

"Heh, we have explosive flower seeds. Its aura is very strong. The Demon Eye Heavenly King will not be able to sense it. He will not risk his moral values being cleared to kill a few irrelevant ants."

"This is also what the Centurion wants. After all, we can't really let the seeds explode, or many people will die. Moreover, after the blood case that happened today, the Demon Eye's moral values have been deducted a lot. He should calm down for a while and won't continue killing people."

As they were chatting, the sound of entering a password came from outside the living room, and the anti-theft door opened immediately.

Chen Yuanjun came in with a briefcase, looking tired.

Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Leader, be careful in extraordinary times."

Then he put away his phone and said, "Brother, why are you so late?"

"Something happened at work." Chen Yuanjun put the briefcase on the coffee table, sat down at the dining table, and shouted, "Grandma, please get me a bowl of rice. I'm starving."

Having just heard about the Rongchuang Building massacre, Zhang Yuanqing quickly walked to the dining table and sat down, gossiping:

"Is it because of the financial company case, Rongchuang Building, it was mentioned in the news just now."

Chen Yuanjun habitually frowned, looking more and more vicissitudes, and sighed:

"It's not just this one, there are many things today. The Director of our Security Department jumped off the building." "What?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Grandpa in the living room also turned his head to look over.

At this time, Grandma came out with a bowl of rice, handed it over, and gossiped:

"Director jumped off the building? There's such a thing?"

Grandma is never weaker than anyone in gossiping about this matter.

Chen Yuanjun didn't want to say it at first, but Grandma looked interested. If he refused to answer, half of the rice in his hand would be taken back.

Grandma could do such a thing.

"It's Zhou Yan we talked about yesterday." Chen Yuanjun shoveled a mouthful of rice, eating and saying: "The one who was reported for accepting bribes and acting as an umbrella for loan companies."

Grandma asked curiously: "Why did she jump off the building?"

Loan company, Zhou Yan, Rongchuang Building massacre Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, is this a coincidence?

Before Chen Yuanjun could speak, Grandpa, who was sitting on the sofa in the distance, asked in a deep voice:

"Is she related to the financial company in Rongchuang Building?"

Although he hasn't been a security guard for many years, Grandpa's sense of smell is still sharp.

Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly: "That company is the loan platform she was protecting."

"Oh!" Grandpa turned his head back and commented faintly: "She deserves to die."

He didn't want to say any more and concentrated on watching TV.

Grandma sat at the table, asking questions here and there for a long time, feeling that she understood almost everything, and instructed: "Eat well."

Then she turned her head and went to her daughter's room to share gossip.

Zhang Yuanqing went to the bathroom to wash up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to his room, summoned his little brat to move freely, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The Demon Eye's style is indeed as the Zhisha Palace Lord said. Tsk tsk, killing twenty-eight people in one breath, no, twenty-nine people, that's two thousand nine of moral value. He shouldn't kill people randomly in the near future, and will choose to lie low and do good deeds, making it even more difficult to find him. And in this gap, he might shift his energy to finding me and the Zhisha Palace Lord.

In addition, is the Military Supervisor's news so well-informed? Am I not even more dangerous?

"Ding"

A phone notification sounded.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King took out his phone to check the message:

"Heavenly King, this subordinate has just inquired about a message. More than a month ago, Ou Xiangrong, who was controlled by the Demonic Eye Judge, died at Songhai University. The Yuanshi Heavenly Lord who killed him may be a student at Songhai University."

Songhai University The Demon Eye Heavenly King replied to the message:

"Can you get a photo of the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord?"

"Sorry, not many people have seen the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord, and most of them are official people. We can't get it, at least not in a short time."

After reading it, the Demon Eye Heavenly King didn't reply and put away his phone.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a photo. He can completely camp at Songhai University.

11 PM, Wuhen Hotel.

The piercing ringtone woke Xiaoyuan from her light sleep. She picked up the phone on the bedside table, and the caller ID showed

Kou Beiyue!

Xiaoyuan raised her delicate eyebrows, answered the phone, and said coldly:

"How dare you call me?"

"Xiao, Xiaoyuan" A young man's awkward and low voice came from the phone, with a hint of anxiety.

Xiaoyuan was silent for a second and said, "What's wrong? Speak quickly."

"I, I'm trapped in a nightclub by my enemies. They're searching for me. I can't hold on for long." Kou Beiyue's voice was very low.

Xiaoyuan stood up abruptly, her face becoming serious: "Tell me the location, now!"

"Kangyang District, White Apricot Road, Red Dragon Nightclub." Kou Beiyue said in a low voice:

"I'm not calling for help, it's too late, you can't make it in time. I privately assassinated an official Wayfarer, and I've already violated the rules set by Grandmaster Wuhen. He can't save me."

"This time I was too impulsive. I didn't expect that the other party had already noticed that I was squatting on him. I'm calling to tell you that I've always regarded you as a mother. I have a bad temper, I'm irritable and impulsive. After my sister died, only you didn't hate me and endured my bad temper. I'm very sorry..."

He said a lot, but Xiaoyuan didn't hear a word.

Her heart sank to the bottom.

It would take at least forty minutes to travel from Jinshan City to Songhai, and there was no way to make it in time.

Grandmaster Wuhen had set a rule that one should not have close relationships with evil professions, should not take the initiative to conflict with officials, and should forget the past and let go of the past in order to save oneself.

Kou Beiyue broke the rules, and Grandmaster Wuhen could not save him.

What to do, who else can save him? Xiaoyuan's face was cold, and her thoughts turned quickly.

Kangyang District?

She suddenly thought of the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord.

ps Wrong words will be changed after the update.